The state cracked where they left your breath
No longer instrument. Along the shore
The sand ripped up, and the newer blood
Streaked like a vein to every monument.
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Yet you,
A year cold, come more living to this room
Than these intruders, vertical and warm.
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Eppure, Tu,
O freddo anno, entri più vivo in questa stanza
Di questi intrusi, verticali e caldi.
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Yet you, A year cold, come more living to this room Than these intruders, vertical and warm. - Eppure, Tu, O freddo anno, entri più vivo in questa stanza Di questi intrusi, verticali e caldi.